Poem January 21, 1928 ISSUE

[Written for the Sentinel]

Our Goal

EUNICE M. BRONSON

To hold such kindness in our every thought That even those we chance to meet In ways most casual may sometimes feel A gentle sense of peace, A pure serenity, As when the sweet and unexpected breath Of flowers rare May sometimes steal upon us unaware, And leave us strangely glad.

To know so surely in the hours of storm The all-sufficing love of God, That those who sit in sorrow or in pain May see the radiance of unswerving faith, And so take heart again, As weary men on storm-tossed ships at sea Turn eagerly To beacon lights ashore.

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